#everyone say thank you to bailee for forcing me to see the light

[fabbyf1]

you got landoscar on your phone?

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i've gone down a landoscar bender the past few days, and uh....

well.

snippet under the cut 🤠

OP: Your hand would look so good wrapped around my throat.

OP: Shit 

OP: Sorry, mate. Wrong person.

OP: (Obviously)

Lando blinked at his phone, more confused than he had ever been in his life. 

“What the fuck,” Lando muttered again, moving out of the way to let Max Fewtrell continue down the aisle in search of the Weetabix. He was back in the UK before the Silverstone weekend, staying at Max’s house since he had sold his place in Woking a few years back, but he never could have guessed that a trip to Sainsbury’s would end in an accidental sext from his teammate. 

Lando re-read the original text, his eyes flicking up to the top to make sure he had read Oscar’s name correctly (not that anybody else was asking him to choke them) and couldn’t help but chuckle again. 

Because what the actual fuck? 

It was so out of character. 

Oscar didn’t seem like the kind of guy who liked to be choked or the type to request it before breakfast, but they had never discussed their kinks before. That wasn’t something that came up in casual conversations, and their marketing team must not have thought it’d go over well for a McLaren challenge. 

So maybe Lando had no idea what he was talking about. 

Maybe Oscar was the type of guy who liked a hand around his throat, even though that seemed... impossible. Because Oscar was so... Oscar. He was quiet, unassuming, and even-tempered. He kept his facial expressions to a minimum and his opinions to himself. He was a walking mystery around the paddock. 

It’s not that he thought Oscar was a blushing virgin or anything, but choking?!  

LN: who the fuck are you sexting at 9 in the morning, oscar?  OP:You, apparently.